Thoughts that bombard you and steal you breath
Movement uneasy and slow
Somebody is making announcements of death
From a place where the living won't go

Can't say for sure whether near or far
But like a merchant with something to sell
You're offered delusion and a hitch to a star
From somewhere just this side of hell

Here's how to think, now, they say choose A or B
There are only two plates on the table
Don't go into the house only dead men can see
On a foundation of sand, weak and unstable